Warning Light

My past insecurities have largely been my looks and my writing. The way I overcame them was learning how to get over myself. I also realized that no one else really cares about these things the way I do, nor will they ever. That realization is quite freeing.

I have ended my struggle with physical vanity by accepting that I look like my native ancestors, whom I have always admired. Why would I ever want to look like anyone else? The need to alter some perceived physical “flaw” seems silly, shallow, and somehow disrespectful.

As far as my writing goes… it is an expression of myself and how I view the world and others. Right or wrong, it is an extension of myself; I own it. I don’t write for the approval or acceptance of anyone. I bare my soul is an exercise in personal growth. There is a distinct discomfort that comes with sharing and I have come to welcome it.

Anytime I feel pride rear up, an internal warning light flickers on:

Get Over Yourself.